The best kind of relative to have would be a gay uncle.
This is how I imagine it would be. He would be plump, with plump manicured hands and feet, great taste in food, music, movies and wine.
He would also have a nice apartment in Juhu, somewhere near Prithvi actually. Maybe even in the Janki Kutir lane. I’d live with him and we’d discuss men and movies while rustling up a chopped salad and blueberry cheesecake for dinner.
Of course we’d both be going to catch the last 9.30 play at Prithvi. Me with my set of friends, he with his. And yes, all his friends would be terribly bright, and witty and arty and bitchy!
There would also be days when we would just sit for hours in compatible silence, reading our respective books. His apartment would always be neat, and everything in it would be dark wood and chattai.
And of course he would be just the person you’d want to take shopping, discuss your boyfriend problems with, plan a dinner party with, or even take your boss troubles to.
In fact staying with gay uncle Gagan would be the most suitable arrangement till I fell in love and moved out or got married.
We’d miss each other terribly. Considering that I would have moved to Milan.
To paraphrase John Lennon:
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday
will have a gay uncle Gagan.